The huge battleship was smashed into a mess. When the airship crashed in, it made several deep holes in the wall. The ground underfoot was full of broken metal fragments and instrument parts.
Standing at the end of the cabin were a dozen Dark Star Hall warriors, all dressed in armor and black cloaks, like a row of pale and silent zombies. Osrod stood in front of them, his face was cold and gloomy, and his cheekbones were slightly green, but his figure under the cloak seemed to be stacked with muscles, and he was stronger than when he was stabbed to death by Younes. Many of them even look a bit abnormal.
"I didn't expect that I'm still alive, Jasper," Osrod cracked his mouth and smiled, his rough voice full of sarcasm, "You may sound nice, but your plan to instigate internal fighting in the Dark Star Hall is still the same. It was shattered by Yunes's strength. It seems that you will be in trouble after becoming an omega."
Jasper ignored the sarcasm in his words: "Why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here? You don't really think I'm dead, do you?"
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